My Mistake
He may just be a friend to me,
but it's more than what you see.
He tells me his secrets and his biggest dream.
He talks to me to blow off steam.
You don't understand any of it,
it's not something you just quit.
He's been around for years.
We've both seen each others tears.
We've laughed at each others mistakes.
We've supported the choices each of us makes.
It may seem confusing to you,
But just know, none of it's new.
It hurts that you don't understand or know,
But every word you say, feels like a blow.
Maybe one day you'll get it,
Maybe one day I'll forget.
Until then I'll smile, even though it's fake,
Hoping one day you'll understand, my mistake.
YOU ARE READING
For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
